I step away from her and head over to the table in the corner of my room. There’s a belt on top of it, lying there waiting for me to use it. When I turn around, holding it in my hand, Lindsay’s eyes widen.
“You tell me to stop and I stop immediately, Kitten,” I assure her.
“Isn’t there usually a safe word in these types of situations?”
“You don’t need one. I’m not going to go too far,” I tell her.
I walk toward her again and she’s standing still, willing and waiting. Water drips from her hair and distractingly falls down onto her breasts.
Gripping the buckle in my fist, I run the length over the back of her thigh. A dark excitement slides through me, pulsating even as her muscles tense under mine.
The leather reaches the curve of her ass and I hold it there.
“How many spanks do you think you can handle?” I ask.
Her breathing is labored as she replies, “Two.”
“We’ll make it three,” I murmur. “This is a punishment, after all.”
Her shoulders stiffen in anticipation. I wait one breath, then two. When she glances at me through a curtain of hair, my lips stretch wide. My belt comes down on her ass and she lets out a soft sound between a moan and a groan.
It’s the lightest, most restrained spank I can muster. And still, the crack of it against her skin is electrifying.
“That wasn’t so bad,” she mutters.
“Such a fucking smart ass,” I say on a chuckle.
I spank her again, this time a little harder. I watch with morbid fascination as a pink blush starts to bloom on her ass cheeks.
“Fucking hell, I can’t believe you’re letting me do this to you.”
She looks back at me again, blue eyes colliding with mine and stealing all my breath away.
“You told me to trust you, Matteo.”
A breathy moan escapes her when I spank her again. the sound sends a dull, resting ache to my balls, tugging at my cock. The belt slides to the floor and I reach down, massaging her red cheek with my palm.
“You enjoyed that, didn’t you?” I say softly.
Before she can reply with her usual denial wrapped up in lies, I slide my other hand between her thighs. I graze my fingertips over her pussy for confirmation. She’s so wet and so hot, my vision dims for a moment.
“Oh fuck, Matteo,” she says on a soft sigh.
I plunge two fingers inside of her and she clenches around me so tight it has my heart stuttering. Her eyes falls shut as she tries to ride my fingers.
“You belong to me, Lindsay. Say it,” I prod. “Every inch of you. This pussy, it belongs to me.”
She wrenches her eyes open to look at me, that dogged look unwavering. “You know I won’t say that.”
“Then are you ready to beg?”
I growl, wrenching my hands from inside of her. Before she can blink, I’m lifting her in my arms and tossing her on to the bed. She hits the mattress with a bounce, fear and lust mingling in her expression.
“You have no clue what you fucking do to me, do you?” I ask, pushing down my shorts and climbing over her.
I thrust my fingers inside of her again, scissoring them. She starts writhing, curling her hands as she fists the bedding.
“Matteo,” she moans, squirming against me, seeking more friction.
